"Are we running out of time?"
Alka asked, staring ahead at the Silent Saint.
The Silent Saint nodded, then turned without hesitation, quickening her pace.
Although Alka and the others didn't know why, they hurried to follow. They followed the Saint as closely as they could, rapidly advancing towards their target.
"There's an enemy! Very strong!" Sofia suddenly exclaimed, his eyes widening.
Then he added, "Here they come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, an object descended from the sky, crashing down in front of their group.
A massive splash of water erupted.
The monster's appearance was revealed.
It was a giant undead bird, its wings completely emerald green.
Its body was covered in green leaves and weeds, as if draped in a layer of green feathers.
Its sharp beak had broken, revealing several snake-like tentacles.
It waved sickeningly.
"Roar!"
A sharp roar echoed.
Alka could already see the monster's strength.
This was a fifth-stage undead monster.
Clearly, this was no longer something they could afford to provoke. Alka couldn't help but turn her attention to the Silent Saint.
Now, she had to take action.
Just after the silence, the Saint had said that they were running out of time and needed to act quickly.
Just as she finished her words, a monster appeared, hindering their efficiency.
Chains formed by the dazzling holy light suddenly shot out from the Silent Saint's sleeves, densely packed. A closer look revealed at least twenty or thirty of them.
So many chains of holy light shot out like missiles.
In a flash, the men saw the chains had already wrapped around the giant undead bird, tightly encircling it.
They locked onto the bird's wing joints, neck, legs, and even its beak from all directions.
Without even reacting, the strange bird was completely trapped and instantly collapsed into the water.
A large amount of water began to splash wildly, sending all kinds of dirt, mud, and vines flying everywhere.
The chains wrapped around its body radiated an even stronger light. The men watched as grayish-white ash rose from the strange bird's body, even emitting the sound of a branding iron on raw flesh.
Dense golden spells began to spread along with the chains.
Soon, they crawled all over the bird's body like ants.
The strange bird seemed to sense something. It struggled frantically, the surrounding water splashing with its force.
However, even this fifth-stage bird was powerless against the chains.
All its struggles were in vain.
It seemed it could only rely on its physical strength, unable to wield any energy, completely imprisoned.
The three even sensed a hint of despair from this fifth-stage bird, whose strength far surpassed theirs.
Finally, the spell had completely enveloped its entire body.
A powerful aura emanated.
It blew across everyone's faces like a hurricane, forcing the three to raise their hands to shield themselves from the force.
In a mere blink of an eye.
The suddenly emerging holy fire had ignited the bird's body.
And at that moment, the bird ceased its struggles, as if transformed into a stone sculpture.
One by one, the holy light chains shattered and vanished.
With a crackling sound,
In a matter of seconds, all the chains on the strange bird disappeared one by one.
Like a statue, he remained bound, even as the holy fire blazed within him.
Even as thick black smoke began to rise from his body, his body emanating from the holy fire.
He remained unmoved.
The Silent Saint continued to walk quickly forward.
She passed by the strange bird, ablaze with holy fire, her gaze fixed unconcernedly ahead.
Alka and the others hurriedly followed, unable to resist turning to look at the bird as they passed.
Alka even saw the blue soul fire in the bird's eye sockets still flickering wildly, but growing fainter.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but that he couldn't.
He could only wait silently for the holy fire to purify him.
The three of them hurried and quietly followed behind the Silent Saint.
They glanced at each other.
They all sensed a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
Too strong.
Even though they were both at the fifth stage, the Silent Saint, despite the attribute restraint, subdued the enemy with a single move before anyone could react, effectively killing him without a second thought.
He lacked the slightest ability to resist, making one wonder if they were at the same stage.
It was like... an ordinary bird falling into the hands of a butcher.
The Silent Saint.
Perhaps this so-called silence didn't just apply to her.
They moved quickly forward, as if this entire area was the domain of the strange bird.
Since they encountered and killed the strange bird, they had traveled so far without encountering a single undead monster, not a single one.
Until the Silent Saint suddenly stopped.
Before them lay a few decaying trees, just like everywhere else, and the surrounding swamp, slightly dark and slightly fetid.
Seeing the Silent Saint stop,
Alka asked, "Are we there yet?"
The Saint nodded and held out her hands.
The magical light, transformed into holy light, pushed the seawater aside.
In the swamp beneath their feet, the murky waters were pushed aside by the powerful force, revealing the pure vines beneath.
As the waters vanished,
The few of them saw that where the underwater vines had entangled was a disc-shaped object, clearly carved out by human hands.
On that disc lay bones and skulls stacked and inlaid to form a bone plate.
The patterns on it were constructed entirely from some kind of fragile bone, forming a magical circle.
One could sense the surrounding necromancy, along with some indistinct magic, being slowly drawn into it.
It was being transmitted through the circle into the distance.
It seemed their target point was one of the two.
"Is something coming? A biting cold, a death-like darkness is sweeping towards us."
Sofia said, eyes wide open, as if sensing something.
They seemed to understand why they were running out of time.
Hearing this, the Silent Saint turned to look at her again, then nodded.
She clearly agreed with her statement.
The moment she turned her head, chains flew out again. This time, there were hundreds of them.
The previous one wasn't her limit.
A sea of chains almost completely blocked the front, tightly wrapping around the disc and slicing through the surrounding vines.
The disc was completely severed, revealing a large hole connecting to the sea below.
The chains wrapped around it rapidly transmitted spells like ants.
In less than two seconds, they had crawled all over the bone slab.
The sacred flame flared once more.
As the golden sacred fire burned, a large amount of black smoke emanated, even mixing with the howling souls of evil spirits, which were burned away by the flames.
Soul-piercing, mind-numbing screams and shrieks echoed continuously.
Thick smoke billowed out.
The disc, constructed of bones, was formed from countless lives.
The moment the sacred fire ignited, the Silent Saint immediately broke all the chains. Without hesitation, she turned and waved at Alka and the others.
This gesture officially signaled them to run.
Seeing this message, the three of them turned without hesitation and fled into the distance.
At this moment, they finally realized what the Silent Saint had meant by "too late."
Rolling black smoke transformed into skulls, one after another, sweeping toward them from behind.
The black smoke was like a hundred-meter-high wall, completely obscuring their backs, like a crashing wave.
It seemed determined to completely cover the entire area, completely submerging the entire boundary between life and death.
This was the black wave above the sea.
Judging from the situation, it was clear that being swept in would not be a good thing.
At this rate, they would definitely not be able to escape.
"Come closer to me!"
Alka roared loudly.
Sofia immediately came to his side, hugging him tightly. Gilliana also leaped over with a long stride.
Looking at Alka, the Silent Saint took a single stride and came up behind him.
A mirror surfaced on Alka's face, and then the murky water beneath their feet suddenly became clear, reflecting them like a mirror below.
A pink mist drifted in the mirror.
In an instant, the mirror transformed into a dream world again.
The mirror flipped.
Alka and the others disappeared from the spot.
They hadn't entered the mirrored world.
They had teleported away.
…
The defensive front line of the Land of the Spirits.
Here, an extremely brutal war was taking place.
A tidal wave of undead had already filled the entire border, dividing into six massive armies and simultaneously launching a full-scale attack on the six fortresses.
The various undead filled the area below the fortresses, completely filling the area they passed.
The sheer number of undead filled everyone's heart with despair.
The countless soldiers defending the city walls were ashen-faced, most of them ready to die.
Although the sudden, all-out attack had been anticipated,
When it finally happened, no one believed they could withstand it.
Gardener Furna stood on the city wall, silently observing the enemy below.
The enemy's numbers were so great that they could no longer be eliminated by individual strength. At least not for her, who was at the sixth stage.
One after another, rocks made of vines and rubble pelted towards them.
Huge, controlled vines waved endlessly in the air, forming a defensive line to prevent the enemy's hurled boulders from impacting the city walls.
Behind the enemy formation, massive bone spurs transformed into trebuchets.
With their massive bodies and the resilience of their joints, they hurled rocks like giants.
A flash of light slid down from the sky.
With a brilliant trajectory, it plunged into the enemy's rear.
This brilliant object soared high above the enemy.
Sitting on Urulius, Jason aimed his hands downward, releasing one massive crystal after another, dropping them like bombs.
Each crystal bomb, the size of a human head, landed precisely beneath a bone spur trebuchet. Then, like ice crystals, the brilliant crystals spread outward, freezing everything before shattering into fragments.
Thus, a large area of enemies was purged.
A combined bomber, a man and a dragon, quickly cleared the undead army's rear, posing the greatest threat to the fortress.
"Shoot it down!"
Following a hoarse roar,
A massive bone spear rushed toward them from behind.
Jason had already clung to Ululius, and the two moved together.
The crystal seemed to bind them together.
Ululius's body length, including its tail, was nearly four meters, and its wingspan reached eight meters.
For such a size, he suddenly displayed incredible agility in the air.
The moment the bone spear soared, its wings enveloped it. The entire dragon formed a spiral and then rolled through the air.
As it rolled, the crystal enveloped its body, forming a layer of plating.
The bone spear flew over them. A crack appeared in the crystal, but only on the surface.
The spinning stopped.
The wings instantly spread.
With a shattering sound, the crystal that had just enveloped it dissolved, and tiny stars twinkled in the sky.
"Release!"
More bone spears flew towards them.
At this moment, Urulius had already soared directly upwards.
None of the incoming bone spears could reach such a height, losing momentum and falling downwards.
"No chance, let's go back," Jason said with some regret as he observed the situation.
They had only cleared half of the siege bone spikes in the rear.
It was a bit of a shame that they hadn't cleared them all.
On the way back, the crystal dragon flew towards the rear of the enemy's charging formation. He spitted a long, fierce stream of air at the undead below, clearing a gap before landing back on the wall.
With a resounding boom.
One after another, massive shells and flower cannons were unleashed.
A dense barrage of ammunition pelted into the enemy formation.
However, even the greatest power this time couldn't clear out so many undead. The gaps he had just cleared were immediately filled by more undead, seemingly endless.
The puppet girl, along with Jason and the others who remained in the fortress, all scaled the wall.
They frantically attacked the undead below who were trying to climb up.
A large number of vines swung continuously, throwing the undead crawling on them off.
The undead were too numerous.
It was too overwhelming to resist.
A large group of cultists lay hidden to the side of the undead attack line. They watched the attacking team from the side, bursts of strange laughter echoing.
"Haha, they're about to collapse! That damned heretic god will forever be reduced to a fallen, broken body, surviving in this small space!"
Kaluto, standing out from the crowd, laughed wildly.
"And those damned members of the Holy Mother Church, die together, all of you, here. Buried in the mouths of countless undead."
Laughing wildly, a crimson aura emanated from him, and even blood-colored lines began to crawl up his cheeks.
He paid no attention to it.
"Master, don't we need to worry about the giant spirit passage we constructed at the junction of life and death?"
"Has it been destroyed?" Kaluto calmed down and asked calmly.
The figure in blood-red robes beside him nodded.
"Both locations have been destroyed. The energy channel has disappeared."
"Don't worry about them. They were just part of the bait. Hahaha, these foolish believers of the alien god."
As he spoke, Kalutor couldn't help but laugh again.
The pagan next to him couldn't help but say, "But without these two energy channels, the demonic array used to harass the enemy's rear will likely be destroyed.
Even if it's not destroyed, we won't have enough mana to support the random opening of the portal."
"No need, they've already failed!"
Looking at the undead creatures before him, charging toward the enemy like a tide.
How could they resist so many?
There was no way.
Their action had succeeded.
Victory was at hand.
From now on, these flower fairy people could only huddle in a small corner of this marsh.
And the tattered flower god trying to revive would never return to this small area.
Until the entire marsh was dragged into the endless abyss.
"Everything is for the Mad Evil Lord!"
"Everything is for this, all for..."
As Kalutor spoke, the surrounding cultists joined in praise.
Atop the fortress wall.
The gardener saw the fortress was already in danger. If they delayed any longer, the entire defense line would fall.
"How much longer? How much longer?" Her voice was slightly anxious.
Next to him stood a somewhat gentle-looking murloc.
This murloc had a high, swollen forehead and seemed to be of some strange species.
He exuded a distinct aura of the Sea God.
"No need to worry, respected gardener."
"Our god's followers are about to reach the center of the battlefield. Our god's wrath will eventually fall upon these evil spirits who desecrate the ocean."
The murloc remained calm, unperturbed.
He waved his hand downwards. The water below swept away a large number of the undead on the city wall, leaving only black fragments emerging from the water.
Observing his actions.
The gardener took a deep breath and nodded.
"I hope so."